the colored balls 217

By findstuff22 bokeh

The colored balls in your eyes
Opening wide to try to see
They jump up and down
You keep watching

In the dark room
You stay awake
You try to reason
The colored balls in your eyes

You feel the pain
The heavy blows falling rain
You stumble as you fall
Now waking up watching

Life isn't bed of roses
Politics isn't for the 100 meter runners
Life is just a cycle
Every one a place to finish it